I’m too overwhelmed, and I can’t stop myself from looking back at him. I can feel his heat along my spine. I can still feel his cock in my ass. Shit. No, no, no. Why am I getting hard right now?
“We’ll just be polite,” she insists, already steering me forward.
For some reason, I don’t stop her. I’m not in control right now as she guides us over to him. The crowd swallows us up as we move through them, drowning in glitter, laughter and clinking glass, and with every step closer, my pulse grows louder.
Ethan doesn’t move. He waits, just as we stop a few feet away.
“Ethan,” Sarah says too brightly. “So nice to see you again.”
Is she for fucking real right now?
“I just want to say thank you for helping me and my husband out. I will never forget it,” she says slyly, intentionally trying to get a response, and from the look on his face she is succeeding, as the word husband lands like a match dropped into oil as Ethan’s eyes flick to her.
“Sarah, quit it,” I snarl.
“I’m just trying to be friendly. No reason to not get along.”
Ethan glares at Sarah without saying a word, then back to me. Something passes over his face, a pursing of the lips. He’s calculating his next move and I just want to bail out of here.
“I agree, I’ve been very friendly to Leo, have I not?” he says coldly and Sarah’s face drops at the insinuation. She never learns. His stoic manner right now terrifies me and Sarah is insistent on prodding.
“From what I’ve heard it could be better,” she says, tilting her head, waiting for a reaction. Why the hell is she doing this?
I’m glad he doesn’t respond. Instead, he ignores her and speaks to me.
“You didn’t tell me you were attending tonight.”
“You’ve been away. Besides, isn’t it compulsory for staff to attend?” I say.
“It is. But I didn’t think you worked here anymore.”
“I’m just helping out until they get a replacement. It’s not fair to leave them in the lurch.”
He hums in response and lets his gaze drag over my suit, my collar, the place where Sarah’s hand rests on my arm, causing his jaw to tighten a fraction.
“You look different,” he says.
I don’t know if it’s an insult or a compliment, but Sarah laughs lightly.
“He cleans up well, doesn’t he?” Again, Ethan ignores her.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks me.
“I just got here. It’s a little lively for me.”
“Of course it is.”
The room feels quieter around us, like sound itself is nervous as we talk to each other through our eyes. This weird connection we have that’s so damn freaky. I know what he wants. He wants me again, he wants to tear Sarah’s hand away from me and claim me. All I can convey back to him is to please not do anything, not to make a scene.
“Have a lovely evening,” he says softly as he turns and walks away.
Sarah exhales, sneering at his back.
“Arrogant prick,” she scolds.
“Why were you trying to rile him up? I told you I wanted to forget about what happened, but you are determined to keep it alive.”
“I just wanted him to know he isn’t in control of us. That’s all.”
